Staring at the picture of the runaways on the wall
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Seems like these day you couldn¡¯t run away at all
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And even if you did, what you got to run away to
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Just another drunk daddy with a white man¡¯s point of view
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I can see you in my mind¡¯s eye catching light
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Sleep beside the river if we make it out of town tonight
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You¡¯ve been stripping Portland since the day you turned 16
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You got one thing to sell benzodiazepine
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Ten years ago I might have seen you dancing in a different light
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And offered up my help in different way
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But those were different days
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Those were different days
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Had a girl back home and we shared as single bed
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When I whispered in her ear she believed every word I said
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And if she didn¡¯t believe she didn¡¯t dare give me slack
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Or It was ¡°baby I love you, get off of my God damn back¡±
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Time went by and I left and I left again
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Jesus loves a sinner but the highway love a sin
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My daddy told me I believe he told me true
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That the right things always the hardest thing to do
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Ten years ago I might stuck around for another night
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And user her in a thousand different ways
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But those were different days
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Those were different days
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And the stories only mine to live and die with
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And the answers only mine to come across
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But the ghost that I got scared and I got high with
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Look a little lost
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Ten years ago I might thought I didn¡¯t have the right
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To say the things an outlaw wouldn¡¯t say
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But those were different days
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Those were different days
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Those were different days
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Different Days
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| Jason Isbell |
